This is a song about "Raps about confucianism"

Man it’s the killer tracks

I'm a beast with the raps,

Girl, you got me in a trance

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Aye what am i talkin about have u read my raps lately, none are about me bein happy.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Quick with the intricate raps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

We getting money, you can face the facts

Like everyone saying “faggot” when i spit raps